Life Is But A Web

One Man's Bane Is Another's Bliss.

What Is Death But A Traversing Of Eternities And A Crossing Of Cosmic Oceans?

I Have No Fear Of The Hereafter. An Orthodox Hell Could Hardly Be More Torture Than My Life Has Been.

My Body Seems A Mere Encumbrance To Me; An Imbecillic Wagon, Hitched To The Horse Of Desire, Which Is The Soul.

The People Among Which I Lived - And Yet Live, Mainly - Made Their Living From Cotton, Wheat, Cattle, Oil, With The Usual Percentage Of Business Men And Professional Men.